Yesterday Mom and Dad took me for a ride on the Natchez Trace Parkway. I like to ride almost as much as I like to go for walks. The Trace was a road for travelers after they took stuff down the Ohio and Mississippi rivers to sell in New Orleans and other places. They left their boats at the end of the trip and walked back to their homes. The Trace runs from Natchez, MS to Nashville, TN. People often got robbed because bad guys knew they carried lots of money. Now there is a paved two-lane highway but parts of the old trace are still around in the woods.
We saw wild turkeys and I knew Mr. Word would like to shoot them but they are on federal property so I think it’s not allowed. Our first stop was near some trails. I had fun when we got out for a walk. I even walked in a creek. We went down a horse trail and met a lady on a horse. I didn’t bark at them and the parents were proud.
This is me sort of on the horse trail. I sniffed everything!
We got back in the car and Mom gave me some water from a bottle. I was thirsty after all that sniffing. Dad thought it was funny that Mom’s jeans got wet when I drank out of the bottle.
On our next stop we saw the War of 1812 monument. It commemorates Andrew Jackson taking troops down the Trace to fight in the Battle of New Orleans a long, long, long, long, long time ago. Lots of stuff to sniff there.
On the way home we drove through historic Leiper’s Fork. I don’t know why it’s famous except that lots of celebrities live there, especially country singers. I had a fun day!